I didn’t get good news when I called the mechanic about my
car yesterday morning. He swapped the sensor on the new (used) transmission,
but the speedometer was still wobbly. He would need to open up the dashboard and
look inside to find the problem, and it could be very expensive. I asked if it
would be less than $500, and he simply repeated that it could be very
expensive.
Finally I told him to take it apart and look at it. If it
was too expensive, I’d just have him put it back together and ignore the
bobbling orange needle.
Then I prayed.
But I couldn’t hear God’s answer. I asked for a number –
then I’d know if I should have it repaired or not. If the cost of repairs was
higher than that number, I’d know to say no. But no number was given. I asked
for a yes/no – should I repair it? Should I begin car shopping? But no answer.
I began to get frustrated. Finally I asked Him if He was even listening. But my
heart knew that He was. So I kept asking, and then simply placed it in His
hands. Because I know He’s got this, too. Somehow.
I went to work, driving the smart one – so thankful that mom
had bought it before she left. I waited, checking my phone whenever I had a
break throughout the day. Around 1:45, in the middle of my prep period, the
mechanic called.
He’d opened up the dash and tried a couple of things, but nothing
fixed the problem. Then, he decided to check inside the new (used) transmission,
and found a loose gear. He said this is a very rare problem and he’d never seen
it in a Toyota before. He’s already ordered a new (used) transmission.
Unfortunately it’ll be another week, but it won’t cost me anything.
Which is why God didn’t give me a number. He knew I really
didn’t need one. He wasn’t ignoring me at all. He just wanted me to wait and
see. To trust Him. To let Him be God of all
the details…
Is there anything you
need to leave in God’s hands today?
